Beads of sweat running down my face
The clock ticking down second by second
One minute left in the game
My team down by two
My heart beats to the dribble of the ball
I took my shot
I made it, I stand, and I stand tall
My team swarms in around me
I am a hero
This poem reflects a shot that I made while playing on a travel basketball team. Our last season was last winter and the whole team was together since fourth grade.
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